Common Good

1899

Summer of 1899
August 25, 1899

Albus Dumbledore would never admit his broken heart. His sister was dead, Gellert was gone. Love had destroyed him from the inside out. And Albus was ashamed of himself, he had done the one thing he never intended to do. He let them down. 

Not many people had platinum blonde hair, not to the point it seemed white. Dressed in black silk that should've belonged in a ballroom in a palace. The woman twitched at the slightly run down and homey feel of Grodric's Hallow. 

"You always were an idiot." The woman muttered, stopping upon sight of her Aunt. 

"Aunt Bathilda." 

"Oh Stasia, dear. Your brother isn't here." 

Stasia rolled her eyes, "I know. I'm here to see some one else." 

"Have a good time, dear." 

Stasia or preferably Anastasia waltzed up to the home of Dumbledore. Aberforth answered the door, jumping out of his skin. "Who are you?"

"A nightmare." Anastasia quipped sarcastically. "I'm here to see Albus Dumbledore."

"The hell you are. Haven't you caused enough trouble?"

"Aberforth, who is it?" Albus Dumbledore peered over his shoulder, "You're not him." 

"Of course I'm not, I'm his sister." Anastasia made a mental note to deck her brother for making friends with fools. 

"Then who are you?" Albus asked. 

"Where is Gellert?" 

"Not here, and you shouldn't be here either." Aberforth scoffed. "You can at least come inside. I don't want the neighbors seeing this."

"Oh you are a kind." The two glared at each other. Anastasia turned to Albus as the door shut behind them. Her sliver colored eyes turned green in the dim light. "Where is my brother?"

"I don't know. Your heterochronic, like him." 

"Yes, only mine change in the lighting." 

"Really, who are you?" 

"Anastasia Rebecca Alexandria Grindelwald." She removed her wand from her pocket, "And you Albus Dumbledore have a lot to answer for."